Fucking baby steps.
“Cool, all right. I’m gonna get to inking.” I settled the machine over her flesh and went to work. I had to make the tattoo just right so it wouldn’t interfere with the piercing I planned to give her.
Forty-five minutes later and I was finishing her tattoo. “All done, this looks fucking slick.”
I had to admit, looking at all of her milky flesh had my dick throbbing in my pants. She was pure perfection.
Utter perfection.
“Cool, can I see it now?” I grabbed the mirror off my table and she looked at it. “This is perfect, Damien. You are amazing at what you do.”
‘Well, thank you. I’m glad you like it. Let’s get your piercing done and then we can get this covered up for you.”
She looked at me with a bit of hesitation. “Is the piercing going to hurt?”
Hmm. How to answer that question. It wasn’t going to not hurt. Anytime you pierced your skin with a needle, you would experience some feeling that wasn’t pleasant. “Well, I won’t lie. It does hurt, but then the pain goes away. I think you’ll totally be fine.”
She pulled her juicy bottom lip between her teeth. I could tell she was really thinking on this hard. “I think I’ll actually wait to get a piercing if that’s okay with you?”
“Totally. It’s your body. In all actuality, it might even be best to wait because your skin has to be pretty raw from the tat.” I grabbed a bandage out of the drawer and some tape.
“You’re right. It sounds like I’m making the best decision then?”
“Yes, you are. All right, so I’m going to put a bandage over your fresh ink.” I reached the top of the cabinet and grabbed the aftercare instruction sheet. “Here are the aftercare instructions. You and I live together, so if you have any questions or you’re having problems, just let me know. K?”
“Totally. I can’t thank you enough for this, Damien. It’s perfect! You are truly talented.” And that compliment felt good coming from her.
Real fucking good.
“No problem, babe.” I started to make quick work of cleaning up my area.
“So you still up for grabbing a bite to eat?”
She picked up Zeus and cuddled him and started giving him kisses. “Well, I need to take Zeus back home first. It’s too hot for him to stay in the car while we eat.”
“Huh.” I was so lost in thought over this girl, and I’d be damned if she didn’t smell fucking sensational.
“You know eat? As in dinner.” She looked mildly annoyed.
“Oh, yeah, sure. Well, we can leave him here. Chubby’s is just on the other side of the street a few blocks away.” Let’s hope the little rat would behave himself in my room while we were gone.
She looked like she was contemplating her decision. “Well… I guess that could work. I just worry about someone letting him out and him getting lost or something.”
“Not to worry, Sweets, I got it covered. I’ll just lock my door, and we can leave him here.” I took out my keys from my pocket and dangled them in front of her.
I’d be damned if this was a lot of back and forth just to decide on dinner. She needed to make up her damn mind already.
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“All right, let’s go. I’ll drive and then we’ll come back out to get the rat.”
“For the last time, he’s NOT a rat. He’s a Chihuahua and he has a name. It’s Zeus, so why don’t you try using it.” She walked past me and rolled her eyes.
I walked over to Troy’s room. He was just sitting and sketching while he waited on his next appointment. “Hey, man, I’m taking off, but I’ll be back because we left her dog here. He’s locked up in my room so make sure no one goes in there and lets him out.”
He looked at me skeptically. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Let’s roll, Sweets.”
We headed out to the front door, and she followed me over to my baby. I had parked her on the back row away from other cars. I couldn’t risk any nicks or dings. This car was my pride and joy and sweet muscle perfection.
“This is me,” I motioned to my 71’ Super Sport Chevelle. It was black, complete with two grey racing stripes on the hood. It was badass. I had actually restored it with my brothers and dad.
“Nice ride, Damien. This is one sweet car. My step-dad would be in hog heaven if he got to take a spin.” I unlocked the door and opened it for her.
“Your step-dad is into muscle, huh?”
“Totally. He has an old Charger. I forget the year. He keeps it covered under a tarp in the garage.” She folded herself into my black leather seats and I shut the door.